Dream

Posted on August 31, 2002 in Dreams

A very confused dream, like a refrigerator randomly stuffed with all kinds of food, some wrapped, some half unwrapped, some loose, some ready to eat, some to be cooked. The refrigerator is part of that dream. And so are both my parents, who are angry because I don’t have a job. Some pretty young women are present — are they cousins? My father is angry, demanding that I determine for him whether the crock pot he wants to cook in is steel or crockery. I take off the lid and show him how to tell by looking at the rim. They’ve grown quite disgusted with me, so they’ve rented out my room. I share it with this personable black fellow. My father comes in and starts to fight with him, demanding that he live according to all kinds of rules. The fellow’s girlfriend stands nearby. My father chases him out through the window and out of the house. Other things happen. The whole dream is entangled by its own symbols and hard to follow.